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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:04:07 GMT -6
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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:04:30 GMT -6
”You want me to take part in a WHAT?”
Rondak stood in front of Gertrude’s front door on a brisk fall evening. Rondak had been going door to door, asking villagers to take part in an event that he hoped would give them definitive answers. Tired with all the hearsay, Rondak decided to try and channel the truth from an unlikely source.
“A science?” Gertrude asked incredulously. “What, do you plan on turning the Spies to gold?”
Rondak repeated the word for the event.
“A sancé? Is that some sort of new-age dance?”
“A SÉANCE!” Rondak yelled. “Séance! A séance is an event where you hold hands and talk to the spirits of the dead. I was hoping we could perform one to get some real answers.”
“Oh.” Gertrude said, thinking. “Well I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:11:28 GMT -6
Rondak led the séance participants into his home where he had prepared for the event. In the middle of the lounge room, he had set up a circular table with 7 chairs. The room was dark, misty, and shaded. The lit candles gave life to shadows dancing along the walls. On the table was a primitive Ouija board for use in contacting the spirits.
“How does this work again?” Jasmine asked as she took a seat and began poking the Ouija board.
“It’s simple.” Rondak replied. “First, I will tell a story about the ancient spirits that live in this house. Then I will ask the spirits for some answers. They will respond through this Ouija board. Maybe they can tell us who is lying and who is behind all the secrets that keep happening around here.
“Wouldn’t it be better to ask the spirits for the names of the Spies?” Stephanie asked sarcastically. “Maybe the ones we already got rid of will drop us a hint or two.”
“Do you really think they’d betray their friends?” Jasmine asked hopefully. “Maybe we can pay them off or something.”
“And just what do you think dead spirits would use money to buy?” Stephanie shot back. “Jesus Christ!”
“Huh.” Jasmine said, thinking. “Maybe we can contact him too.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:16:01 GMT -6
Rondak closed the door as he began the story.
“In 1657, Governor Jacobs and his wife, Mrs. Jacobs, moved into this house after ten long, tumultuous years of running the city. Mrs. Jacobs had been looking forward to her husband’s retirement for so many years she had lost count. It seemed to her that ever since she got married, her life had become stressful, harried, and difficult.
She was overwhelmed with relief after her husband retired, eager to spend the last of her years in peace and tranquility in the house she had grown up in. She wished nothing more than a return to the innocence and optimism of her childhood.
Before she had gotten married, Mrs. Jacobs was a pretty, intelligent, joyful, and self-assured woman. As a little girl, growing up in this house, her future looked bright. She had it all: common sense, looks, an adoring family, and most importantly, humility. It looked like her good fortune would continue when she married the ambitious and popular Mr. Jacobs. But all was not as it seemed.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:20:20 GMT -6
“The trouble began with Mr. Jacobs’ job as a lawyer. His job brought shady characters to their home, knocking on the door at all hours. It continued when her husband decided to run for Governor. The political campaign was brutal and taxing. Forced to wave, smile, and talk for hours on end, Mrs. Jacobs quickly lost the youthful spark she once had inside of her. Deep inside, she was praying they would lose the election.
Rondak continued: “Unfortunately, they didn’t. The ensuing ten years as Governor were filled with scandals and controversy. Mrs. Jacobs knew that her husband wasn’t the most virtuous man in the world. But she had no idea how deep in the mud he was. Through all the sex scandals, accusations of corruption, and political struggles, Mrs. Jacobs stood by her husband. She believed all of his apologies and all of his lies, despite the fact that deep down she knew there wasn’t an ounce of truth in them.
Mrs. Jacobs was beyond relieved when her husband’s term as Governor was over. She could finally relax and retire in her beautiful home. Little did she know, that she was not destined to have but a single night of respite. The very next day they moved home, a disgruntled shop owner broke in. Furious because the Governor had forced his business into bankruptcy, he decided to end the Governor’s life just as the Governor had effectively ended his.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:26:42 GMT -6
“50 years ago that murderous man broke into this very room, looking for the Governor.” Rondak said ominously. “What he found was a shaded, unrecognizable figure, reading a book. Sitting in that very chair.”
At this point a gentle light shone through the window, illuminating a shaded figure sitting in a chair across the room. Everyone gasped. Rondak continued.
“Mrs. Jacobs was murdered that night. Her husband escaped, safe and sound. He added the money from her life insurance to the millions he already had stocked away, hidden from his wife, from his corrupt business deals. He lived a long and luxurious life for the rest of his many years.”
“Mrs. Jacobs, robbed of her precious life serving a corrupt man who used and abused her gentle nature, now haunts this very room. Searching for the Governor. Desiring revenge.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:29:41 GMT -6
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Post by Judge Sam on Jul 23, 2010 17:35:51 GMT -6
The answer to that question was about to be revealed to the villagers, but it wasn’t through the intervention of the spirits.
Putting down the violin she had been playing haunting music from, the Agent sent from the Spies headed towards the ongoing séance. She was about to give them an otherworldly experience they would never forget.
Pulling the pin from a smoke grenade, she kicked the door down and threw it into the room.
“I'll show you who!" [/size]  Cory has been Imprisoned by the Spies.
You will never see him again. [/b][/center] Cory : please post Final Words in your confessional immediately. Judge Sam: “Yikes. The Spies are especially harsh this season with who they are taking away from us. Just another in a long line of articulate, personable, amazing players sent directly to jail. =/ The Burg will be a less exciting place with you gone, Cory. Your character was so unique, friendly, and always filled with energy. You were on the hunt for the Spies since day one. The Philosoraptor made me laugh so many times. Your confessional was one of the best. I loved that you posted snippets of conversations that were entertaining – I enjoyed those very much. You continually updated your confessional thoughts so that I always knew what you were thinking. I enjoyed following along with your game every step of the way. You’ll be truly missed. Thanks so much for playing and giving it your all!” Judge Sam: “Another central character has bit the dust, and has been taken away from us. Tina, Magalie, Lilith… we’ve lost some big personalities recently. Nominations 7 are due at 9:00 PM CDT Saturday. Your follow-up critique activity is due then as well if you didn’t post six critiques. Please also vote in the poll ~ you should see a new category and new forum beneath the Burg ~ before then as well. Exile 7 will be at 10:00 PM CDT Monday. But you know what, I’ve noticed, as the numbers get smaller (we’re at 16 players at the moment, just one more than you started the game with in Teams), other personalities start to come out. New players come into the spotlight. Quieter ones speak up. The game is nearing its conclusion… will you make your presence known if you haven’t already? Is it time for you to speak your mind? Stake your claim? With four Spies in 16 players, the deck is equally stacked, and it will be up to your gameplay to determine which side claims ultimate victory.” Change Happens
They Keep Moving The Cheese
Anticipate Change
Get Ready For The Cheese To Move
Monitor Change
Smell The Cheese Often So You Know When It Is Getting Old
Adapt To Change Quickly
The Quicker You Let Go Of Old Cheese, The Sooner You Can Enjoy New Cheese
Change
Move With The Cheese
Enjoy Change!
Savor The Adventure And Enjoy The Taste Of New Cheese!
Be Ready To Change Quickly And Enjoy It Again & Again
They Keep Moving The Cheese.
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